Chapter Six
The birds had barely begun chirping when Stacy’s bedroom door clicked open. Savannah jumped—at least, she started to jump before realizing there was a man in her lap. Eric’s sleeping head was damn heavy.
Her heart leapt into her throat. She was stuck. She couldn’t get up without tossing him off the couch or extracting herself by stealing off to the side.
In an oversized T-shirt and pyjama pants, Stacy sleepwalked to the bathroom. When the door closed and locked behind her, Savannah relaxed just enough to mutter, “s**t,” as she tried to pull herself out from under Eric’s head.
Eric opened his eyes just in time to see Savannah yank her legs out from under him. The right side of her dressing gown was not so easily extricated. With her robe caught under Eric’s elbow, his
